"If my master asks about you, who should I say you are, and how should I answer?" The centipede's body trembled, threatening himself was not frightening, but he even dared to threaten his own master behind him, Tiance!
"He's not qualified to know my identity, tell him, I'm someone who came down from the mountain!" Ye Wudao spoke with commanding presence, his tone filled with strong confidence.
"Someone who came down from the mountain?" The centipede committed it to memory, limping away tremblingly. As imposing as he was upon arrival, that's how wretched he looked as he departed.
Seeing the centipede leave, Ouyang Na excitedly said, "Mr. Ye, thank you!"
"It was just a small effort," Ye Wudao waved his hand dismissively.
Ouyang Na tried to get up, but fell to the ground, falling into unconsciousness.
Ye Wudao quickly caught her and, finding that she was not seriously hurt, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Just then, two figures rushed over.
"Young Master!"
"Ye Wudao!"
